Once
Missing those days
thinking back on the ways
things once were
Appreciating the present
though longing for the past
now beginning to taste
very much like dust
upon the book
of my memories
which 'once were'
I start to wish
just barely hopeful
that I could live
like before,
way past the door
of my nostalgia
containing the sweet prescence
of innocence
and delicate lockets
of short lived happy
spurts of laughter
Let me now be the
master of my ways
controlling days
of sadness,
making way for
sweet giggles
of delight